The Surfside Gangsta

[noel411]

I’m the Surfside Gangsta, yo god that’s my word,
You think I won’t gank ya? Yo god that’s absurd,
I’ll drop you like an anchor, yeah god, yo, ya heard?
Shit on you fucken wankers, yeah god, like a bird,
Check it motherfucker, it’s locals only here,
You’ll get a broomstick in the arse like a fucken lonely queer,
At Jonesy’s Pier, don’t paddle out unless they let you,
Cos the J-Pier crew be packin’ gats in their wetsuits,
You can bet your loot that they’ll get loose and leave you wet, dude,
Pump lead through your head, shoes and sweater, better jet, dude,
If you get through the carpark at Duckies you’ll be lucky,
Cos the Duckies Boys don’t need a motive, they don’t give a fuck, G!
They tuck keys of coke in their rashies and their boardies,
And sell them to the homies in the sand dunes drinkin’ forties,
Report these naughty deeds to the cops and you’ll regret it,
Inside your ruptured guts there’ll be a surfboard embedded,

I’m the Surfside Gangsta, stay off my waves, dook,
I spray gooks in the face, chase and slay kooks,
Lay nukes on the turf of rival surf gangs,
First thang you gotta learn, stay off my turf, mang,


This one dude who dropped in on me, he quickly found the deck,
Left him hangin’ from a tree with a leg rope round his neck,
I was bound to wreck this other dude who ran over my hand,
They found him face down in a rock pool, mouth and lungs were full of sand,
When the swell’s really hittin’, stay at home and knit your mittens,
Or I’ll crush you like a kitten, fool I ain’t bullshittin’!
It’s written in stone I don’t condone you fucken blow-ins,
Showin’ up for a spell when the swell is really growin’,
So stay at home sewin’ cos fool you don’t be knowin’,
How I’ll mangle ya and hang ya when my anger’s really growin’,
This banga’s really flowin’, freestyle ciphers in the line up,
Homies roll by in their pimped up Kombi’s throwing the set’s sign up,
Get a shine up like a fine cup of china if I find ya-
Out at my break when I’ve already confined ya-
To the kiddies corner, oh yes we did, we warned ya-
Not to surf this damn beach, now your family’s gonna mourn ya,
Three deep slashes in your chest as if from a sword,
The pattern matching the fins on the bottom of my board,
And a severed spinal cord, to finish off the slaughter,
The Surfside Gangsta, he regulates the water,

I’m the Surfside Gangsta, stay off my waves, dook,
I spray gooks in the face, chase and slay kooks,
Lay nukes on the turf of rival surf gangs,
First thang you gotta learn, stay off my turf, mang.


(Talking) Yo, shit is real out here, dawg. I’m sayin’…yo, I got shot at the other day when I was taking off on a wave at Northies, God. Shit is realer than a motherfucker, ya heard? I’m sayin’ dawg. Yo, you know ya bwoy be reppin’ the Crackneck Reef Renegades for life, ya heard? And I’ma steady enforce rules out here and regulate on motherfuckers. But I’m sayin’ dawg, brothers gotta work it out for real, yo. Word up. It’s like a warzone out here, God. Brothers gotta come together, son. That’s my word.

PEACE

[Mantra]

This is definitely unique

Report these naughty deeds to the cops and you’ll regret it,
Inside your ruptured guts there’ll be a surfboard embedded,

[Holocaust]

wu tang wu tang

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

This one dude who dropped in on me, he quickly found the deck,
Left him hangin’ from a tree with a leg rope round his neck,
I was bound to wreck this other dude who ran over my hand,
They found him face down in a rock pool, mouth and lungs were full of sand,
When the swell’s really hittin’, stay at home and knit your mittens,
Or I’ll crush you like a kitten, fool I ain’t bullshittin’!
It’s written in stone I don’t condone you fucken blow-ins,
Showin’ up for a spell when the swell is really growin’,
So stay at home sewin’ cos fool you don’t be knowin’,
How I’ll mangle ya and hang ya when my anger’s really growin’,

this part is sick i love the unique topic n broadness of this shaolin style 4 sho